The town that appeared when I was actually lost on a forest road at night was a little town called Emily, but this photo was taken in my little town, near where I live, Pine River, also the name of the river that flows on my land. It's growing smaller by the year ...
Fine photo, and with that closing line of your poem, reminds me of the town I spent my teen years in, how it felt.
ReplyDeleteTowns such as this still play a large part in my life ... this is both a good and a not so good thing ... :)
DeleteA lonesome town. And poem. What town is it, Teresa?
ReplyDeleteThe town that appeared when I was actually lost on a forest road at night was a little town called Emily, but this photo was taken in my little town, near where I live, Pine River, also the name of the river that flows on my land. It's growing smaller by the year ...
DeleteSometimes a small town late at night can be an intense kind of lonely.
ReplyDeleteYes, well said. It's a very specific, yet vague feeling ...
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